Maya's breath caught as his lips moved against hers, and one of his hands slid down her side before rising again, his palm settling over the soft curve of her breast. He caressed her through the thin fabric of her clothes, his thumb brushing deliberately across the peak until it hardened beneath his touch.
Still kissing her, Rowan shifted her carefully, guiding her legs apart until she was straddling his lap fully, her thighs spread wide around his hips. The new position pressed her flush against him, and his free hand continued its exploration, kneading and stroking her breasts while his mouth left hers to trail along her jaw and down the side of her neck.
He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin just below her ear, then soothed the spot with his tongue. Maya's fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as a soft sound escaped her, and Rowan's arm tightened around her waist, holding her open and close.
